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Nymphetamine Lullaby
It was a switchblade September night when my hollow honeyed hips swayed in his abandonment. To this day, the sweet stench and taste of our last river tryst lingers in my psyche; the petrichor of a summer's rain as the metallic of his blood rests heavy on my tongue. I recall each sound and shudder of his body as my every oriface was granted entry. Unbeknownst to him, would it be just this one last time.
I always allowed myself to ripen like fruit, so easily blossoming beneath his every touch; all that would deem and keep him my devoted fiend. As he took me every which way; greedily, I used his smile adorned elation to my benefit, writhing with greater force than usual as evilness fueled my desire. This fucker had no clue what was coming as he reveled and relished every grind, shove and settle. After my all was given, the time had come for the wickedly planned despair of my departure to be executed. I watched the pallor form on his face as the crimson red on my lips, smirked. Seemingly, he looked as if his heart had been crucified by cupid's unholy bow; tears pouring more steady than the dew from the heavens above.
Thereafter, I played voyeuristic succubus; watching him scream with anguish as he contemplated his sunset suicide escape. Each day forward, I looked on as he held the blade close to his heart; my gilded cunt haunting him like a death row disease. My malidiction continued to ransack his soul with the flick of a lick to his mindfucked virility, while sucking vulnerabilities from his cock without a touch. I was his LSD lullaby, the white forest Goddess with cocaine hits tucked between alabaster thighs. Sliding in the deep pink of this benzo barbie, ignited the flame beneath his silver spoon of china white resin; offering his neon nod high. As if distilled liquor to his lips, my eagerly imbibed cum was liquid delirium that kept him punch drunk and lovestruck.
Day and night, the memories hauntingly played as his dick continuously stiffened against his will. I was the demon he danced with and couldn't escape, as a gun even rested beneath his pillow should he ever be pushed over the ledge. He kept his trigger finger locked and loaded; so close to calling quits on his pathetic life and pain. The mere thought of my inflicted damage, stirred a raging inferno that coursed from belly to clit, as I craved his every frustrated need pushed inside me, to rip it from his loins as his flesh bled beneath my carnal bite. I quaked in the slick perversion of setting his addiction ablaze once more, to then drag him to the waters edge and watch him drown. I knew just how to seduce him; coming on like the iniquitous hemlock I was, while playing him like the sacrosanct seraph I wasn't.
My devoted fiend was in need of me and my sweet rush of dopamine. My need to lace his heart with track marks while scarring his flesh with my blood lust, grew stronger with each passing day. He would unknowingly watch my hollow honeyed hips sway in his abandonment once more; left in dismay under the pouring rain of yet another September night. Until we met again, every night, his white forest Goddess would now sit by the river and beckon from afar, as I sang to him; my sweet Nymphetamine Lullaby. I was the weakness he adored and my song was one that he couldn't ignore.
...............
"Led to the river midsummer, I wave
A "V" of black swans on, with hope, to the grave
And through red September, with skies fire-paved
I begged you appear like a thorn for the holy ones
.....................
Bared on your tomb, I'm a prayer for your loneliness
And would you ever soon come above unto me?
For once upon a time, from the binds of your lowliness
I could always find the right slot for your sacred key"
......................
"Fall to my arms, hold their mesmeric
sway
And dance out to the moon as we did in those golden days
Christening stars, I remember the way
We were needle and spoon,
mislaid in the burning hay"
...................
I always allowed myself to ripen like fruit, so easily blossoming beneath his every touch; all that would deem and keep him my devoted fiend. As he took me every which way; greedily, I used his smile adorned elation to my benefit, writhing with greater force than usual as evilness fueled my desire. This fucker had no clue what was coming as he reveled and relished every grind, shove and settle. After my all was given, the time had come for the wickedly planned despair of my departure to be executed. I watched the pallor form on his face as the crimson red on my lips, smirked. Seemingly, he looked as if his heart had been crucified by cupid's unholy bow; tears pouring more steady than the dew from the heavens above.
Thereafter, I played voyeuristic succubus; watching him scream with anguish as he contemplated his sunset suicide escape. Each day forward, I looked on as he held the blade close to his heart; my gilded cunt haunting him like a death row disease. My malidiction continued to ransack his soul with the flick of a lick to his mindfucked virility, while sucking vulnerabilities from his cock without a touch. I was his LSD lullaby, the white forest Goddess with cocaine hits tucked between alabaster thighs. Sliding in the deep pink of this benzo barbie, ignited the flame beneath his silver spoon of china white resin; offering his neon nod high. As if distilled liquor to his lips, my eagerly imbibed cum was liquid delirium that kept him punch drunk and lovestruck.
Day and night, the memories hauntingly played as his dick continuously stiffened against his will. I was the demon he danced with and couldn't escape, as a gun even rested beneath his pillow should he ever be pushed over the ledge. He kept his trigger finger locked and loaded; so close to calling quits on his pathetic life and pain. The mere thought of my inflicted damage, stirred a raging inferno that coursed from belly to clit, as I craved his every frustrated need pushed inside me, to rip it from his loins as his flesh bled beneath my carnal bite. I quaked in the slick perversion of setting his addiction ablaze once more, to then drag him to the waters edge and watch him drown. I knew just how to seduce him; coming on like the iniquitous hemlock I was, while playing him like the sacrosanct seraph I wasn't.
My devoted fiend was in need of me and my sweet rush of dopamine. My need to lace his heart with track marks while scarring his flesh with my blood lust, grew stronger with each passing day. He would unknowingly watch my hollow honeyed hips sway in his abandonment once more; left in dismay under the pouring rain of yet another September night. Until we met again, every night, his white forest Goddess would now sit by the river and beckon from afar, as I sang to him; my sweet Nymphetamine Lullaby. I was the weakness he adored and my song was one that he couldn't ignore.
...............
"Led to the river midsummer, I wave
A "V" of black swans on, with hope, to the grave
And through red September, with skies fire-paved
I begged you appear like a thorn for the holy ones
.....................
Bared on your tomb, I'm a prayer for your loneliness
And would you ever soon come above unto me?
For once upon a time, from the binds of your lowliness
I could always find the right slot for your sacred key"
......................
"Fall to my arms, hold their mesmeric
sway
And dance out to the moon as we did in those golden days
Christening stars, I remember the way
We were needle and spoon,
mislaid in the burning hay"
...................
Published 17th Oct 2019
| Edited 6th Jul 2020
Author's Note
Copyright © 2019 PandoraUnleashed. All rights reserved. Y'all know i do vulgar writing these days.. it's
for Brenda's "Nymphetamine Comp" based on this song by Cradle of Filth, and I felt it needed that touch....
https://youtu.be/6dW6aNAZGTM
I'm so glad you hosted this, crim. I know my dark isn't quite your dark, but it's clearly a step outside of my box. ..Nevertheless, I found some great metal as I nearly listened to the whole album. I picked up a few references from the intro to the song called Nymphetamine Overdose. While studying, according to the lead, he didn't commit suicide... instead, she pushed him into an emotional suicide, which made me understand the song better ... Most importantly, this took my mind & writing way outside of my genre of choice ,so I'm grateful!
for Brenda's "Nymphetamine Comp" based on this song by Cradle of Filth, and I felt it needed that touch....
https://youtu.be/6dW6aNAZGTM
I'm so glad you hosted this, crim. I know my dark isn't quite your dark, but it's clearly a step outside of my box. ..Nevertheless, I found some great metal as I nearly listened to the whole album. I picked up a few references from the intro to the song called Nymphetamine Overdose. While studying, according to the lead, he didn't commit suicide... instead, she pushed him into an emotional suicide, which made me understand the song better ... Most importantly, this took my mind & writing way outside of my genre of choice ,so I'm grateful!
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Anonymous
- Edited 3rd Dec 2019 3:45pm
17th Oct 2019 3:17am
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Thank you so very much for the great review. I hit submit with my eyes half squinted because this isn't a dialect I prefer to use. However, I've been wishing for something to bring out story form writing that I haven't done in so long. Of course, it's a relief having my mind venture into a different realm. I'm blessed with the support of your add too.🙏
17th Oct 2019 4:21am
This just blew my mind, Pandora. Love the edgy quality and the strength in voice on this. Really hard to comment when I'm this floored. I think you may have poetically just turned a major corner. Very inspired write. Good luck on the comp.
Oh, T...
Giving me the blessing of your add & being completely thrown off guard makes this chickie smile. Surely you know this was an uncomfortable venture with the language.. I truly never imagined using cock or cunt EVER again, but I felt the challenge called for it. Plus, I'm oh so relieved to pull off a story form write like I did years ago, even if I need to do some re-polishing in the next attempt.;) Thank you once again!
Giving me the blessing of your add & being completely thrown off guard makes this chickie smile. Surely you know this was an uncomfortable venture with the language.. I truly never imagined using cock or cunt EVER again, but I felt the challenge called for it. Plus, I'm oh so relieved to pull off a story form write like I did years ago, even if I need to do some re-polishing in the next attempt.;) Thank you once again!
17th Oct 2019 11:33am
Even though a departure in terms of the usual language, I could definitely see shadings of the Crimsin influence, which worked perfectly in this spill. And such a solid narrative. Be proud.
Anonymous
- Edited 8th May 2020 8:45pm
17th Oct 2019 2:57pm
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18th Oct 2019 2:07am
Ah, thanks lovely woman! I appreciate the comment love. It's not just your words that capture me though; it's the metaphor play, the form with perfect measure in which you weave them...but yes, I developed word lust as well;)
I adore the word cunt in private communication, but hate it in written words meant to be read by all... too many pretty, precious metaphors to be used, imo.
I adore the word cunt in private communication, but hate it in written words meant to be read by all... too many pretty, precious metaphors to be used, imo.
17th Oct 2019 9:27pm
I know there's a fine line that separates vulgarity from art....Cocks and Cunts usually fall short of any artistic merit... But you nailed this, fair and square, on the unhinged door of poetic acceptance, and this is your true masterpiece!! I'm so proud of you Shannon. I've read it through three times... Not enough. It's at the top of my reading list, So I can revisit and Digest! Truly and honestly amazed!!
18th Oct 2019 2:24am
Whoo hoo. I'm glad it hit the spot
...thank you for the reassurance that it came together as if it were meant to, like intended. It's one of those writes where you can't dress the V up in pretty language if you really want to convey such vindictive & ill intent that it's playing part of! Thank you for the add too, buddy. I'm hoping things are better for you & sending lots of Pandy love across the sea. Hugs, David!!!
...thank you for the reassurance that it came together as if it were meant to, like intended. It's one of those writes where you can't dress the V up in pretty language if you really want to convey such vindictive & ill intent that it's playing part of! Thank you for the add too, buddy. I'm hoping things are better for you & sending lots of Pandy love across the sea. Hugs, David!!!
18th Oct 2019 00:58am
Pandy you really got a sweet write here it hit home to me on things i left from my mind of the past
loved the read
loved the read
18th Oct 2019 2:26am
I'm glad you enjoyed the read, D, even if it stirred some sad nostalgia within. Thank you, sweet man!
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19th Oct 2019 5:00am
Holy shit P, this was absolutely brilliant! I don’t usually quote any lines of work I’m leaving a comment on, but damnit! This line knocked my ass back to my younger days...”I was his LSD lullaby, the white forest Goddess with cocaine hits tucked between alabaster thighs.”
When I was in high school, something similar was said about a girl. Going back to the beginning of your write, I read it with her in mind. With the exception of a few things you could have been writing about her. Craziness!
—B
When I was in high school, something similar was said about a girl. Going back to the beginning of your write, I read it with her in mind. With the exception of a few things you could have been writing about her. Craziness!
—B
19th Oct 2019 6:36am
I'm ecstatic that you liked it so much & your comment made my night! Omfg.. I felt shame heating my cheeks aglow with this write & I'm far from a prude! Now, all I'm thinking about is your classmates, ummm, abilities & assets..poor girl.
I never imagined myself going to the realm or back to such verbiage, but I'm stoked you especially liked my favorite line too! Thanks for the appreciation, chickie!🌷
I never imagined myself going to the realm or back to such verbiage, but I'm stoked you especially liked my favorite line too! Thanks for the appreciation, chickie!🌷
I think you Nailed it. The DU. it stepped you up the euphoria of rave reviews one step on to your future self
19th Oct 2019 11:41pm
I appreciate the support on this one. I kept passing it up, but I'm a music freak & the lyrics caught my attention quickly. I'm glad I participated now!...
22nd Oct 2019 12:47pm
You wove this dark web with the delicacy of a poet who knows how to write Gothic sexuality. You did your succubus theme with just the right amount of raw language but not at all overdone. It read like a Poe dream that thrilled and drew me in. You do femme fatale with aplomb. And this is a new height for you as a writer. It is an ascendence for any poet I've read for quite a while. You have taken your dark mood and harnessed it into a prose work of extraordinary beauty. It takes a lot of moxie to take sorrow and transform it into a work of this exquisiteness.
XoXoXo
John
XoXoXo
John
31st Oct 2019 8:05pm
Oh my goodness, forgive me for not replying back! My silly notifications fail me too much, I had no idea such an awesome compliment & the gracious add had been bestowed upon me! A femme fatale is a title I never imagined hearing about my writing, but in this case, I'm stoked it hit like I wanted it to. Thank you for the reassurance too,it means a lot coming from you...you're a cascade over top my humble trickle of works. Xo
Coming for more soul food later. Hmm..wonder where I shall land this evening?!🤔
Coming for more soul food later. Hmm..wonder where I shall land this evening?!🤔
